Let the System See Its Own Potential

If Chen Ping still dared to set his sights on Electrolux, then he would truly be like an old man eating poison, eagerly rushing toward death and letting Tang San detect his presence.

Even if a meat pie fell from the sky, he still had to see whether his teeth were good enough and his head hard enough.

If his teeth were bad, the pie would knock them all out. If his head was not hard enough, the pie could kill him outright.

Chen Ping had a very clear understanding of matters like this.

He was no longer a youngster. This rotten world had thoroughly tempered his mentality.

As long as he did not die, there would eventually be a time to rise above his circumstances. Jumping into a situation where death was certain was not seeking survival in a desperate situation—it was just being a fucking idiot.

With only Level Two innate Soul Power, Chen Ping was certain that although he had transmigrated, he had better not treat himself as the protagonist.

Well, even if he was the protagonist, he might be the protagonist from Xu Sanguan Sells His Blood.

After leaving the city, Chen Ping first strolled along the main road for a while to aid digestion, then switched to Shrek Academy's traditional means of transportation.

Wherever he needed to go, he could just run there.

Suotuo City? Run there!

Star Dou Forest? Run there!

The only exception was during the Round of 16 to Round of 8 in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Tournament, when the Heaven Dou authorities provided carriages.

Otherwise, with Flender's stingy nature, it was hard to say whether he would have made the First Generation Seven Devils run from Heaven Dou City to Spirit City.

There was no need to say anything about Chen Ping. He had only a small amount of savings, all of which had gone toward buying medicine. Renting a carriage was naturally impossible, so he could only run to the Star Dou Forest.

Although the medicine the System had analyzed for Chen Ping had already had its cost reduced again and again—to the point that even medicine dealers from the Sun Moon Empire would weep, while the Xu Sanshi family would shatter with heartbreak—the basic cost of several Gold Soul Coins was still unavoidable.

Since he had spent so much money, he naturally could not waste it.

After soaking in a bath yesterday afternoon and doing two hours of anaerobic exercise that evening, he had just enough time to run for another whole day after getting up in the morning. He would max out his aerobic training and ensure that he digested the medicinal power as efficiently as possible.

If he had not earned no Scholar Points while squatting on the toilet, Chen Ping would have had to consider whether it was better to pull hard anaerobically or keep pulling aerobically.

Feeling that most of the lactic acid accumulated during the previous night's training had already dissipated before bed, Chen Ping broke into a run toward the Star Dou Forest.

His schedule was not particularly tight, but it was by no means spacious either.

In less than three months, he not only had to deal with a Soul Beast through his own abilities, but also cultivate to Level Fifteen, reach Shrek City, and find Wang Yan.

To be fair, if one ignored the accelerated wear and tear that weighted training inflicted on a Soul Master's knees, Shrek's running exercises did have some merit.

Running was probably one of the few exercises that could cultivate both inside and out, training the entire body. It not only strengthened the body, but also the heart and lungs. On top of that, it cost nothing, making its cost-effectiveness genuinely high.

Yes, it was highly cost-effective.

For Shrek Academy, which had started by swindling people for money and had built its academy in a village, running was absolutely the most cost-effective form of exercise.

Even Chen Ping, whose pockets were currently empty, did not mind doing long-distance running exercises in the slightest.

But one could not do only long-distance running exercises, much less pile on heavy weights while running and then think oneself a complete genius.

The Shrek of the present was different from the one ten thousand years ago. It had been built on land belonging to Spirit City.

There was even a Shrek City outside Shrek Academy, and its annual tax revenue amounted to tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, of Gold Soul Coins.

If they were still stingy at a time like this, using weighted running as their only form of training, then they could only be uneducated morons who clung to the past and knew only that the Ancestral Laws Cannot Be Changed.

Another two hours flashed by. The sun had already shifted from its highest point, and noon had passed.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky. Chen Ping's breathing had become labored, and his lungs felt as though they were burning.

With every step he took, a burst of damp vapor splashed up from where he had passed.

That was the sweat shaken from Chen Ping's body.

If a passerby happened to run behind him at that moment, merely by inhaling the medicinal power radiating from his body, they could probably eat three extra bowls of rice when they returned home that night, with their metabolism doubled for a week.

At that moment, Chen Ping ran forward in a numb, mechanical manner. He had no time to sense his body's protests. All his attention was focused inward.

Even when squatting on the toilet, he had to study two knowledge points. How could he fail to make good use of an exercise as time-consuming as running?

In the Original Work, Huo Yuhao had clearly and successfully circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill while running. He ran while using the Mysterious Heaven Skill to nourish himself and restore his stamina.

Put plainly, the Mysterious Heaven Skill was an advanced standardized cultivation method for meditating, gathering energy, and absorbing the free Vital Energy between Heaven and Earth. Since the Mysterious Heaven Skill could be used while running, there was no reason meditation should be impossible.

After enduring the pain of spending more than forty Points, he had the System perform some deductions. It confirmed that even if meditating while running failed, there would not be any serious side effects.

Chen Ping slightly slowed his pace and began attempting meditation.

Meditating while running was truly not easy.

The essence of meditation lay in "immersion" and "focus."

What it required was a mind free of distractions, embracing the origin and guarding the unity.

Only then could a Soul Master sense the free Vital Energy in the world, relying on the Martial Soul's affinity for and yearning toward Heaven and Earth Vitality to draw it into the body through breathing.

After circulating it through the meridians, it would transform into Soul Power he could use.

Running itself, however, was an exercise that required a high degree of coordination throughout the body.

Trying to meditate while dividing one's attention at a time like this meant one could neither immerse oneself nor focus properly.

But then again, Chen Ping had never been someone who believed in such taboos.

He did not dare to recklessly flash Level Ten Soul Power in front of Tang San.

After all, that would no longer be fooling around. It would be seeking death.

But he still had the courage to challenge the deeply rooted ideas of Douluo Continent.

On Douluo Continent ten thousand years ago, there had been no Soul Core cultivation system.

But during the Peerless Tang Sect era ten thousand years later, Soul Core cultivators had sprung up like bamboo shoots after the rain.

Among them, there had certainly been pioneers who had attempted to condense the Soul Cores once possessed only by Fierce Beasts.

After succeeding, they had organized the method and made it the standard feature of Titled Douluo during the Peerless Tang Sect era.

Since the cultivation system of Douluo Continent had never been Unbreakable, Chen Ping naturally did not mind giving it a try.

Although he did not know whether the meditation of his previous life was the same thing as meditation on Douluo Continent, if he remembered correctly, meditation could be divided into static meditation and active meditation according to the posture adopted during meditation!

Even if active meditation was, in all likelihood, limited to practicing Tai Chi or yoga, without directly running—much less running long-distance for several hours—Chen Ping did not care about such distinctions.

They were all forms of exercise. He refused to believe this was impossible.

Today, Chen Ping would let the System see his potential.